22 Tobirama's Fury

"Why didn't you help Nongxue in court? You know she is incapable of murder—she simply doesn't have it in her! Why didn't you clear her name?" She stormed over with heavy, angry steps, demanding an explanation.

"Oh, why won't this annoying garment come off!" Her face flushed a deep, vibrant red, her eyes burning like a predator’s as she stared at the firm chest revealed beneath his disheveled shirt, swallowing hard while tugging at the fabric with even greater force.

Yang Yaqin’s boisterous nature destined her to always serve as the vanguard in this bloodless battle.

"Brother, I really admire you! You look like a man of true loyalty!" Finger immediately shook his hand, looking as if he had just found a long-lost brother.

However, everyone present was a Profound Immortal, mostly at the third or fourth level, and there was little point in saying too much to them.

He headed toward Lingxiao City, accompanied by the disciples and friends of the two True Monarchs, as well as the vast spoils of war seized by the Demon God’s honor guard.

Their counselor was Liu Hong, a man nearing forty who wore glasses and whose favorite pastime was stealing crops in his QQ Farm.

A sharp glint flashed in Ji Xizhi’s eyes. He took a deep breath, channeling all his strength into his right hand.

The Damascus steel folding knife sank entirely into the table in an instant. The ferocity in Angers' expression suggested he very much wished he could plunge it into someone’s throat in exactly the same way.

When Qin Zhunan introduced himself earlier, he had mentioned his age. Looking at those present, he was indeed the eldest, so no one minded calling him "Brother Nan."

"I might as well take the platinum ring I bought for you and put it in my handbag." I stood up and stomped upstairs. Liu Qing followed. After putting the ring into the bag and locking the bedroom door, I headed down to the kitchen.

After round after round of shelling and bombardment, the Undead Ghoul Spider showed no sign of being defeated, still dragging its clumsy body as it rampaged forward.

However, she noticed that the opponent seemed to have changed tactics. Their resistance was no longer so obvious; instead, they abandoned their defensive mental threads and swarmed toward her consciousness, as if they, too, intended to weave an illusion for her.

"My meaning is already quite clear. I can only say I am very grateful for your regard," Gao Chuan said earnestly, gripping his knees and looking at the middle-aged man in the white shirt.

"Is that really so? Could Liu Ping be that foolish?" I asked, half-doubting, my eyes fixed on Fu Bin’s shifty gaze.

Due to the limitations of brain-development serums and individual physiological differences, the vast majority of people do not exceed 55% brain development after reaching adulthood. Only a rare few geniuses, or those with vast financial backing like great merchants or nobles, have any chance of achieving higher levels.

In the first half of the match, the Cesena players' range of movement covered the entire Bari half, while they rarely set foot in their own.

"There are many of them, I just hope that’s all!" Lin Xinyue drew her gun from its holster and jumped, firing. With the enhancement of her extreme dynamic vision, her reflexes were now twenty times that of an ordinary person; dodging the attacks of the Grave-Guardian Dragon Corpse was child’s play.

His father’s old illness had flared up again a few days ago, and he felt a sense of dread. As people age, ailments multiply; his father was no longer as tall and imposing as he once was. Man cannot fight against time.

"Off you go!" Yu Qianye didn't wait for Jiuxia to finish speaking. With a right-handed push on the door and a swift pivot of her body, she grabbed Su Jiuxia’s left hand and shoved him inside. With her straightforward and impulsive nature, she never once considered how awkward Jiuxia must have felt.

Fuji sighed slightly, a subtle movement that caused his chestnut-colored hair to sway, tracing delicate lines. In the interplay of light and shadow, his trembling eyelashes cast faint, hazy silhouettes upon his lids, giving him an air of lonely melancholy.

It wasn't that Zhu Tianpeng didn't trust him; it was that he would never risk charging into the Ominous Plains to face a deity head-on before he was certain of the plan’s feasibility.

The old beggar’s interest in gnawing on his roast chicken was disturbed, putting him in a foul mood. He set the chicken down and looked up toward the door.

Shen Manyun would never have to know that she, a lost and helpless soul who shouldn't have been alive but continued to exist, only truly understood the meaning of life the moment she met him.

"Should we hold back on the changes? Let’s adapt to Philadelphia’s adjustments first. This is just the regular season; we can exert ourselves when the playoffs come," Pippen remarked with a frown.

Pan Ling was shocked. They were all in the top three, so how could there be such a vast difference? The gap was simply too large.

A cool night breeze drifted by, carrying the scent of cherry blossoms. It was crisp and refreshing, dispelling the sweltering heat and leaving one feeling invigorated.

Zhao Liu’ru was stunned for a moment. She hadn't considered this question, but thinking it over, it was indeed a factor. If it hadn't been Wang Tian who came to find her, perhaps she wouldn't have agreed. Could it be that after a few drinks, she had been "handled" by Wang Tian just like that?

With this, the projection of Father Zhu came to an abrupt end. After flickering a few times, it dissipated, the nine-colored beads floating in the air shattered, and the entire Heavenly River realm fell back into dead silence.

Chen Fan wiped cold sweat from his brow, knowing he had seriously incurred Xiong Ba’s displeasure. But things had reached this point; even if he handed over the Three-Point Divine Finger, it would be of no use. The seed of resentment had already been planted in Xiong Ba’s heart and could not be easily uprooted, so he decided to take the risk.